About

 

On Tuesday, February 18th at 12:40pm, I discovered the body of my best friend, co-worker, and man I loved. He died by suicide early that morning, having lost the battle with depression. He was 36 years old.

In my attempt to make sense and work through the feelings I’ve had in reaction to this tragedy, I began to write things out. I’m putting those writings here in the hope that they will help begin a wider conversation about depression and suicide. I’m hoping that the disease will become less stigmatized, more treated, and better understood. I also hope that in sharing my experience, I will help someone who may be going through grief of their own feel less alone, less crazy, and less weird.

IMG_5212   IMG_5226

1,326 total views, 1 views today